Charles Xavier (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lookingforhope) wrote2017-03-25 10:58 pm
lookingforhope) wrote2017-03-25 10:58 pm
This has been the most perfect sleep I've had in years.. [for alphaophiuchi]
... and I don't deserve it, do I?
Blue eyes flashed open and a body bolted into an upright position, breath shallow and rapid as fingers cinched into the blanket he'd been laying on before one hand lifted and pressed against his chest. Charles looked down and closed his eyes in relief. It wasn't real. It was all a dream..
Wasn't it?
As the minutes wore on, he wasn't so sure anymore and finally it occurred to him to look around; to see where he actually was. Not in Westchester. Or.. Mexico. But then he realised after turning his head to look out the window of the luxury suite, some thirty floors up. Charles moved to it and his brow wrinkled before pinching, as if it was all slowly coming back. First at the lights of the City of Sin below, and then at the reflection of himself in the window itself.
"I've come back," he whispered to himself. Of course you did, Charles came an answer, only it was several voices reciting the words collectively; his older self, Logan, Laura, Erik, Gabriel, Devi, and Draco. A mixture of past and present and future, across worlds and universes now.
Charles exhaled and backed up, turning to look for the device that was no doubt left for him and after grabbing it, he left Magnolia and quickly hurried to the Leisurebrook district after checking his phone to make sure his husband was still there.
When he arrived, Charles moved slowly up the path, remembering one memory after the other while past conversations and tender moments between him and his love echoed. By the time he reached the door, tears pricked the corners and lower lids of both eyes. A hand reached for the door and it was then he hesitated.
Would he still be there? It had been so long, hadn't it? Was there a chance Draco moved on?
Instead, Charles rang the doorbell and stepped back with his head down, now extremely nervous and worried that things would have changed too much and the man whom he declared was everything to him, would find that he was nothing to the other now.
Blue eyes flashed open and a body bolted into an upright position, breath shallow and rapid as fingers cinched into the blanket he'd been laying on before one hand lifted and pressed against his chest. Charles looked down and closed his eyes in relief. It wasn't real. It was all a dream..
Wasn't it?
As the minutes wore on, he wasn't so sure anymore and finally it occurred to him to look around; to see where he actually was. Not in Westchester. Or.. Mexico. But then he realised after turning his head to look out the window of the luxury suite, some thirty floors up. Charles moved to it and his brow wrinkled before pinching, as if it was all slowly coming back. First at the lights of the City of Sin below, and then at the reflection of himself in the window itself.
"I've come back," he whispered to himself. Of course you did, Charles came an answer, only it was several voices reciting the words collectively; his older self, Logan, Laura, Erik, Gabriel, Devi, and Draco. A mixture of past and present and future, across worlds and universes now.
Charles exhaled and backed up, turning to look for the device that was no doubt left for him and after grabbing it, he left Magnolia and quickly hurried to the Leisurebrook district after checking his phone to make sure his husband was still there.
When he arrived, Charles moved slowly up the path, remembering one memory after the other while past conversations and tender moments between him and his love echoed. By the time he reached the door, tears pricked the corners and lower lids of both eyes. A hand reached for the door and it was then he hesitated.
Would he still be there? It had been so long, hadn't it? Was there a chance Draco moved on?
Instead, Charles rang the doorbell and stepped back with his head down, now extremely nervous and worried that things would have changed too much and the man whom he declared was everything to him, would find that he was nothing to the other now.
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He was back, and it felt almost as though he'd never left, for the familiarity that rushed in. Tears pricked grey eyes as Draco clung right back, holding Charles tight, as though he could keep him from disappearing again with sheer force of will. And he'd certainly try, that was for damn sure.
Draco pressed his face against his husband's shoulder, burying his nose against his neck to inhale him deeply. Memories that never really left flooded his mind, and a tiny hopeful thought sprang up: we could make more now.
Only when Charles pulled back to look at him did his words really register, and Draco's mouth twisted as he tried harder not to cry. It probably wouldn't work, but he had to give it a proper go. Pride and all that. He shook his head; he swallowed thickly again; he gripped Charles' arms tightly, still refusing to let him go.
"You don't have to be sorry."